through my cunt.
'Ohhhhh Jason, I can feel it, you're gonna make it happen. Ohhh!'
After that it was only a matter of seconds before the churning, foaming presence inside my pussy began to rise out from deep within me and I exploded.
'uuunnnggghhh!' Wave after wave wracked through me, causing me to arch my back and strain every muscle in my body. It was just about then that I heard my mother's voice in the background.
'Well well well. How do you like that?'
I couldn't believe it. The room began to reel, everything in it spinning at crazy angles. I pulled myself off Jason's cock and turned to look at her.
'Mother!'
'Honey.'
We stared at each other for a long time. I couldn't tell exactly what it was that she was feeling. If it was anger, she was at least keeping it restrained. I noticed that her eyes were running up and down my body, and that she was looking very closely at my heaving tits. Glancing at Jason I saw that his cock was completely limp. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.
'Mother, why don't we have a talk?'
She nodded, and I walked out of the room just ahead of her. My mind was racing. I had to find a way to salvage something out of the situation. In the living room I wrapped a robe around my body and turned to face her.
'Well?' she said.
'I guess we don't have any secrets from each other, do we?'
'What do you mean?'
'Jason…'
'I still don't understand.'
'I mean you walked in on us and I did just about the same thing to the two of you.'
'When?'
'While Dad was away. That night, remember? I was watching from the hallway.'
Her face became crimson, and I knew I had her. At least she couldn't lay any preaching on me she was as bad as I was in that regard.
'Mother, why don't you have a drink?'
She nodded. I could tell that she needed one. As she gulped it down I watched her, and I decided then that I could go ahead with the suggestion that had been forming in my mind. It might be crazy, and it might never work, but there was always a chance. I got her drunk. It only took about ten minutes. She gulped down three glasses of sherry while I had one. By the time she finished she wasn't sloppy drunk, but I could tell that the edge had definitely been taken off her anger.
'Jason's still upstairs.'
'Fuck him.'
I giggled at her answer to my observation; she looked at me for a moment, and then almost giggled herself.
'What's so funny?'
'I was just thinking.'
'You were thinking what?'
'Well, that's an excellent idea. I think you ought to do it.'
She looked confused. Then suddenly she understood and this time she did giggle.
'You mean fuck Jason?'
He was still tied to the bed when we walked in. I could tell from the look on his face that he was nearly hysterical from worrying over what was going on between us downstairs. I think he had visions of us calling the school board and telling them to come over to Mr. Kirkwood's house to see what he did in his spare time. He was glad to see it was only us. My mother stood at the end of the bed staring at him. I could tell that she was angry again, but she was also intrigued by the possibilities that his position on the bed presented her.
'My my, looks like my daughter managed to get you in quite a compromising position, Jason.'
'Come on, Beth. Untie me for Christ's sake.'
Nope. She took a long sip from her fourth glass of sherry, then reached out and took his cock in her hand. It jumped to life almost immediately.
'Well well well, looks like the same old Jason, doesn't it?'
We giggled hysterically. I don't know why it seemed so funny, but it did. I guess we were just on the same wave length. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched.
I wasn't certain what she was going to do, but I was certain that it was going to be interesting.
She absolutely tortured him for the next hour. It was beautiful to watch. Believe me, there's no woman in the world who can handle a man's cock like my mother can. She's amazing.
First she just played with him, letting her fingers run up and down over the smooth skin, pulling it over the head of his cock, and then jerking back down on it. Jason remained silent.
I could tell that he was desperately trying to ignore her, but it was no use. After all, he'd been hard for quite some time earlier in the evening when the two of us had been fucking, and at the end he hadn't gotten a chance to come. His cock must have been about to explode.
Once or twice during the first few minutes I thought I detected a slight shudder along the length of his cock, but each time my mother let her hands drop off of it for just a few seconds. She was going to drive him crazy.
The third time that he almost came, she let go, then stood at the end of the bed and took off her clothes. I could tell that she was getting hot herself, but I was pretty certain that taking her clothes off was designed primarily to make Jason even more frustrated and I was right.
'Want another drink?' I asked my mother as she sat back down on the bed.
'Sure,' she replied, smiling and handing her glass up to me. Then she got on her knees in front of Jason.
'See you in a minute.'
When I came back she was sitting on the bed at the opposite end away from Jason. Her legs were spread apart and her hands were in her cunt, spreading the lips apart and fingering her pussy.
'Keep your eyes open, Jason,' she warned. I looked at him, his eyes were closed.
She reached out with one of her hands and began to tickle the sole of his foot. At first he thought it was funny, but after about thirty seconds I think he realized that, potentially at least, this was an exquisite form of torture. He kept his eyes open from then on. My mother went back to her cunt, letting her fingers play along the entrance for a while, and then finally slipping two of them inside her silt.
I tried not to stare, but it was no use. She ran both fingers in and out, guiding them expertly to the deep wetness beyond the entrance to her snatch. I felt my cunt becoming wet and drippy after I watched her for just a few seconds. I looked at Jason. His cock was absolutely rigid, jutting up from his body like a flagpole. He tried to remain still, but his crotch seemed to have a will of its own. He began to grind up against the air, a look of total frustration on his face.
'Ohhhh, poor little Jason,' Mother cooed.
'Look, Jason. Don't you like what you see? How's my clit tonight? Nice and big, isn't it?'
He was going crazy. So was I, for that matter. My cunt was positively on fire. I could feel my own clit jumping around inside my pussy like it was alive. Then she took his cock in her mouth. With absolutely no effort at all she slid down the length of his meat, her lips parting smoothly and her throat muscles expanding easily.
Jason went wild. Almost before she had him completely inside her mouth, he began to jab madly into her. It was obvious that he was determined to explode as quickly as possible, but it was equally obvious that she had no intention of letting him do that. Again, just before he was about to shoot his load, she jerked free of him and left his cock suspended in the air.
'Aaaagggghhhh!! God dammit!'
My mother laughed. 'What's the matter, Jason?' she asked sweetly.
'You fucking bitch.'
